Page 17 of Spider Demon's Kiss

“Ugh,” he grunted, turning away bored and heading toward the kitchen.

Wait? Did he just “ugh” me? Anger, lust, and madness exists and he… ignored me?

‘Oh no!’ I thought feeling a crackling in my head.

“Hello, your wife is home,” I informed him giving him a second chance.

He glanced back at me again.

“All I see is a boy dressed up in women’s clothes.”

In an instant, I became blind with rage.

“This is Alexander McQueen!”

“I don’t know who that is. And watch what you touch with all that makeup on. Either that or learn how to use a steam cleaner.”

It was then that my mind floated to another place. It was there that I realized that I hadn’t properly accessorized. I had thought bringing my knives too garish considering my form fitting suit. So, sprinting across the room before my husband could open the fridge, I borrowed one of his from the butcher’s block.

I would like to say that there was a reason I chose the one I did, but I was no longer the one in control. The spider demon had taken over and it seemed that she didn’t feel the way I did about the new man in my life.

With a quick strike, she plunged the paring knife into the back of my husband’s thigh. I didn’t expect to hear him scream. He had to know it was coming, didn’t he? Hadn’t he practically begged for it?

None the less, the poke woke him up. Still, I expected him to be quicker. Before he turned around, she had gotten him again. This time in the side. She did have a soft spot for him though, because she missed his organs. It was more of a Prince Albert entering one side and coming out the other.

It was only then that my hubby reacted. He was surprisingly fast for an old man. With the blade still in him, he reached back grabbing my neck. Bending me first, he tossed me across the room. My hubby was strong.

If that was his plan to stop the spider demon, he had another thing coming. No longer having the knife, she gathered herself and sprung back. Launching herself into the air, she landed on his neck. Holding on as he spun, her grip loosened when he backed her into the fridge.

He was definitely a strong one. And when he did it again with twice as much force, she let go her grip allowing him to take her by the throat, lift her over his head, and slam her onto the couch.

With his hands tightening around her neck, I saw something new in his eyes. He had chosen madness. It was glorious to see. The sight of it ushered the spider demon away and brought me back.

My hubby’s hands were powerful. I was helpless. He could kill me with just the flick of his wrist. Would he?

As the darkness swallowed my sight, I wasn’t sure. And just before my world blinked out, his face changed. Oh my god, my husband was shifting. Never having been with a wolf, I had only imagined what it would look like. Seeing him turn above me was incredible. Hoping to see more, I instead blacked out.

When I came to, things were much calmer. My husband was no longer choking the life out of me and I was no longer trying to kill him. I was instead desperately trying to catch my breath and he was shirtless and putting on his pants. More interesting than that, his spider bites were gone.

“Do you need help with that?” I asked, finding my voice.

“You’re fuckin’ nuts,” he said barely looking at me.

“But honey, I’m your nuts,” I crooned.

“Lucky me,” he huffed sarcastically.

“I think you ruined my makeup,” I admitted not wanting to see myself in the mirror.

“I think you stabbed me in the back.”

“It was a love tap.”

“You call that love.”

“Do you think I couldn’t find an artery?” I asked casually.

My husband paused sobering up.

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